“Thank you!” I finally let go of my death grip on the drink specials and throw my hands in the air. “That’s what I was thinking! I mean, in what world do you assume that a person is approaching you just to sleep with you?”

Brynn purses her lips and gives a wicked side-eye. “I’m married to a football player.” The fact that she acts like I have no idea who she is or that she’s married to Maxwell Lewis makes her that much more endearing. “So I’m not the kind of person who likes to paint all athletes with the same brush. So many of them are the shit. They can be the nicest, most generous, smartest guys in the world.” The way her eyes gloss over as she talks makes it clear she’s describing her husband. It’s disgusting . . . but also freaking adorable. “But there are also guys who have heads so big, it’s a miracle they can find a helmet to fit them. And their heads stay that big because people feed their egos all day, every day. And have been their entire life.”

I can read between the lines.

Quinton thought I was coming to try to sleep with him because people actually approach him to try to sleep with him.

“I guess I can see that happening. I mean, I am a woman on the Internet so I’ve gotten my share of unsolicited dick pics.”

“Are they ever not unsolicited?” Brynn asks.

That is the question of a person well versed in the subject of dick pics.

I also assume it’s rhetorical, because really. They’re never solicited.

“So women approaching him in public is like getting a dick pic in his life?”

“What an odd conversation to come in the middle of.” Liv slides into the chair next to me.

“Oh! Hi!” I lean over and give her a hug. “You’ve never come into a room unnoticed before.”

“Well, I was prepared to shout, but then I heard the subject at hand and decided to keep my mouth closed.” She grabs the menu from me, but the gleam in her eyes lets me know she’s not finished. “As one does when dicks are being thrown around.”

“Alright! Topic change!” I can’t hear that word again. Ever. In life. “Brynn, this is Liv. Liv, this is Brynn. We were just discussing my lunch meeting with Quinton and how it started as a disaster.”

Liv’s eyes triple in size and for the first time, concern crosses her face. “He didn’t try to—”

“No, no. Not even close.” I cut her off before she lets herself go there.

Olivia’s shoulders sag in relief, and guilt causes mine to fall along with hers.